Today I pulled up to a lady’s house to do a termite inspection on her house. I noticed that in the back field she had a barn where they were firing some tobacco. I would not have been able to have a conversation about this had it not been for our education at The Homeplace in Dover last weekend. You can see pics here.
So we talked a little while about the farm and she informed me that Tobacco had been raised on that farm for over 100 years and that her land was given to her family as a land grant for immigrants. It was kinda cool to hear about her family and she continued on that she really didn’t do too much of the work around there but that they had a hired hand named Scotty.
She talked about how they pay with different percentages of the crops grown and sold and she just kept saying Scotty this, Scotty that. And every time she would say Scotty, I just had that scene from Austin Powers-Gold Member where Dr. Evil was barraging Scotty for not liking chocolate. Every time she mention Scotty’s name, I just wanted to say Scotty ne pas!
